"In here?" Robert asks with a boyishly bad grin. He doesn't linger though and starts kissing Erik at the ear and then down onto his neck and shoulder, soft lips against wet skin.

There's no stopping his hips and the way they rock slowly to slid his cock between the guitarist's thighs. He wants more of Erik and has thrown all his misgivings out the window. His breath is already coming fast and shallow as he kisses up the front of Erik's neck, hands sliding over his wet hips and Robert's wet curls sticking to both of them.